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For them, only the East Side complex existed, a dutiful apartment hidden under the waning sun in California. The number eighty-four stuck to their door like dedicated bubblegum.
You stared at him for a while, the way his brows would scrunch a little in an effort to concentrate on the camera that was hovering above your head, then finally rested your chin upon the gentle rise and fall of his chest. You were on the couch together, knees bracketing his hips and laid upon him languidly. It was comfortable. It was familiar. It had become something all your own; the one thing the three of you had built together. You heard singing from the room next door, the sweet and familiar voice of a distant murmur that followed the spinning record. “Walking back to you is the hardest thing that I can do.” There was a delayed continuation after drawing out the word “that”. It crept through the walls with subtle coaxing. "That I can do for you."
"For you," Bobby whispered the words. His hands keep on moving at their own pace, adjusting the settings with nimble memory.
Kat trailed into the room, tugging at the scrunched-up sleeves of her loose jacket, and then dragging the zipper of her shorts towards the button. "I'm going to get groceries," and then she was collecting her discarded shoes from their place hiding half-concealed beneath the coffee table, which had become cluttered in such a short time with cables, records, cigarette trays, and a couple baggies containing pot. "Are you coming?"
"No," Bobby replied, sounding bored as he continued to fight with the panasonic camera. There was a sharp sound, and he jostled beneath you; propping his leg up with a lyrical tilted laugh. "Did you just fuckin' hit me?"
She did it again, an amused smile tugging at her features as she stepped closer.
Bobby hissed at her for it, holding his camera in one hand as he tried smacking her hand away with the other. "Jesus, fuckin- Kat!" And he sat up sharply, the hand holding the camera aloft was pressed casually against the middle of your back to ensure he didn't throw your weight off him. "Kat!"
You laughed at the sudden lurch, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and watching as they smacked each other's hands with furious, and yet playful intentions. It was ridiculous. And yet, a completely normal occurrence. "whoa, whoa, whoa, Kat!" When he got a grip around her wrist, you instinctively moved your hands to cover his eyes and diminish whatever upperhand that he had managed to gain. "What the fuck- hey, hey, hey, this isn't fair. Dude, come on. What's your damage? Huh? We need to establish ground rules."
With a loud thump, you had tumbled onto the floor, unprepared for the gentle shove that had you losing balance and tipping off the edge. "Bobby!"
"Jesus," he starred down at you as if he wasn't sure how it even happened. The camera was still in one hand, safely being held aloft like it was something that one of you might be inclined to snatch out of his possession.
"Asshole," you responded with a frown, taking the outstretched hand that Kat provided. She pulled you up carefully, concern swirling in her eyes before she gave you a soft shove towards the displaced shoes near the door. Sighing dramatically, you bent down and started putting them on.
"I asked if you were coming," Kat spoke firmly, still standing beside the old couch and now crossing her arms above him. "Are you going to say 'no' or are you coming with me,"
"No, no, no, it's good. It's good." He lifted his hands in the air to diminish the chances of Kat climbing on top to wrestle him out of the comfortable confines of the couch. "We're comin'." And he climbed off the couch. "Let's bounce."
Between one streetlight and the next you disappeared along with kat, absorbed in the darkness with your hands intertwined. The soft pressure of her fingers spoke of security and affection. Loving and being loved all at once. The slight swing of your hands created a shifting shadow that followed dutifully on the side of the road.
"It's impossible... but who cares, really? There's ambition and there's.. there's the true possibilities." Kat was talking as you watched with faint twitches in the corner of your mouth, overwhelmed by something wholly pristine and built with slow affection. "And its so- Bobby, what are you doing?"
Bobby was slightly ahead, walking backwards as he held his panasonic camera beside his face and recorded the two of you. "Hm? Nothing. Just recording. It's good," he was grinning. "It's- It's just gonna struggle with the change in light exposure." He took a cautious look over his shoulder and saw that it was empty ahead, ensuring there were no onlookers or disruptions coming your way.
"Um... we're not doing this."
"C'mon, baby"
"Bobby."
"You don't think this is like boring, do you?"
"No... not at all, Kat."
You sighed a little, tipping your head back before looking back up at him where he followed your movements. "Gonna smile for me?"
"Why the fuck are you recording?"
"This light. You, Kat- it matters," he said and came to a sudden stop, blocking you both from moving any further than the soft glow of the streetlight. He was wearing the 'end apartheid' t-shirt again, something that had become a recent favourite of his after attending some lecture that was organised by other students. They had disputed the t-shirts themselves, all proceeds going to the campaign. "Just real life." His voice dropped to a raspy whisper on “real life.”
Your belly swooped at the sound of his voice, a weight settling at the adoration broad in his eyes. It was agitating. You were trying to be annoyed at him for having that camera glued to his hand once again. "Real life," you murmured faintly, raising an eyebrow at his claim.
Sweetly, so softly that it cracked something within your chest, kat lifted your intertwined fingers and placed her lips upon the back of your hand. You turned your head at the touch, biting back the urge to smile too widely. To smother it, you reached towards Kat and curled your fingers around her jaw, turning her face towards you and leaning in and capturing her mouth.
You had only intended to place a peck upon her lips, something playful and short. And it was... at first. You pressed a peck, and another and the nect lingered far too long; stepping closer as you felt the soft caress of her lips. Then there was the warm muscle of her tongue that glided against your own in a gentle caress. Perhaps your bodies had reached a state of complex unification, even your fingers were curled into the nape of her neck where they could thread into the short strands, your mouth had latched on, refusing to relinquish it's joining with her. Your heart was writhing inside immobile flesh. You hummed softly with contentment, chasing every taste of her kiss; licking into her mouth and impatiently grabbing at the little loops along the waist of her shorts.
"Okay, okay, guys." Bobby chuckled, his camera capturing the lewd display as he tucked a stray piece of hair from Kat's face. His thumb rubbed along her jaw, eliciting a soft moan as she sighed with delight and cupped the structure of your face to draw you closer. "Guys. This is fuckin' hot. It's awesome. I could blow my load from recording this, but the shop closes soon, and if you don't stop cannibalising each other then I'm going to put you both over my shoulder and take you home."
You sighed heavily into Kat's mouth, pulling back a couple inches as she tried following your mouth. She caught one last peck, desperate to continue. You looked at him, ignoring the way the camera was pointed at you both. "Oh, are you feeling left out?" you teased him, gripping his chin between your thumb and pointer finger. "Poor baby, he has only his camera to keep him company."
"Bite me," he murmured with a leisurely grin that was insolent and coltish. It took no amount of effort to pull out of your gentle grasp, bending down and wrapping one arm around Kat's waist before hauling her up over his shoulder. "Bobby be careful!" She exclaimed, grasping a fistful of his t-shirt. "I don't trust you. You're high! Bobby!'
"I'll have the both of you later. You." He pointed until you snapped your teeth at him and he drew it away. "You. I'll have you bent over the armrest. You're gonna go all limp like a kitten. Huh? huh? huh?" he kept backing away as you lunged at him, kat was jostled with every step and laughed freely. "I'll make you mewl like one too. Yeah? You'll be fucking yourself onto my cock."
"Come here then," you beckoned him but Bobby laughed gleefully, backing away with every playful lunge into his personal space. He was lithe enough to evade your grasp with ease, stepping beyond your capabilities with amusement. "Bobby! Come here!" You almost got him, halfheartedly attempting to grasp his arm. "I'll grab the back of your neck like a kitten, how will you like that? Will you go all limp? Get here!"
"Get him!" Kat was laughing, doing her best to twist and look over her shoulder at you both.
The camera was still rolling, capturing the way you rolled your eyes at his antics and leisurely followed him without any real desperation to reprimand him.
"Nuh uh," he lifted his hand from its place upon the back of Kat's thighs once he was far enough away, laying a gently pat upon her asscheek that caused a yelp. "Bobby!" She complained ruefully, squirming and trying to raise herself up by pushing down on his shoulders. Bobby ignored her struggle, displaying a mock imitation of shooting you. "I'm gonna watch it later. Now. We gotta bounce. C'mon, baby."